Possession (The Mate Games 3)

“No,” he said mulishly, crossing his arms over his chest like that would stop me.

Clearly he wasn’t familiar with hormonally charged pregnant women. That shirt was coming off, and I was getting my answers.

I stepped forward, gripping a piece of the cotton and yanking it back, tearing the garment in two.

He gaped, looking down at his exposed torso. His exposed,unmarkedtorso.

The Norse runes were nowhere to be found.

“Tor,” I whispered, his name little more than a growl.

“I see my reputation precedes me.”

The rage I’d been barely controlling took over, and I wrapped my hand around his throat, strength I shouldn’t possess coursing through me. “What did you do to Alek?”

His eyes widened, hands lifting to peel my fingers back, his strength easily matching my own as he pulled free. “I didn’t do anything. It was his idea.”

“What?” That one word was nothing more than a shattered sound. Barely intelligible.

“I wouldn’t have agreed had I known what he’d left behind. He told me there was nothing here for him. No one of importance.”

That was it. I was done. I collapsed to the floor, my body trembling with the aftershocks of what he’d revealed. I’d never known pain like this. Not even when Noah had left me. This was worse. So much worse.

I was spiraling out of control, my pain bleeding into fury.

Tor reached for me, looking conflicted. I slapped his hand away with bone-snapping force, and he grunted in pain.

“Get away from me.”

His eyes met mine, and they went wide with shock at whatever he found there. “Berserker,” he whispered. “It can’t be.”

Reaching behind me, I grasped the leg of the chair I’d so lovingly arranged for his twin and hurled it at Tor’s head, hating this impostor with every fiber of my being. The chair crashed into the wall, splintering and breaking as Tor dropped to avoid impact.

“Get out!”

It was the last I could manage as my vision turned red and my rage consumed me.